Shakie knew that Flash was called the fastest man alive, but she had never guessed as to what extent his so called fastness attributed to. It had started at a bar, he ordered her a few drinks, and he was probably drunk after like one – hence, he was fast at being drunk. Then they ripped it up on the dance floor. His dance moves included to spasm like a monkey, and well... that was it. In his flurry of movement he moved her hand up and down her thigh firmly grasped her ass – she was ready. She whispered into his ear, “Take me hard baby!”
He threw her over his shoulder and colours blurred together as he sped away at a near light speed velocity. Next thing she knew she was tossed onto the bed in some hotel room. He whipped his hands like a magician and then her clothing lay scattered around the room: her breasts exposed, and her thighs ready for action. Shakie lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Waving her finger, she said, “Come get me speedy man.”
In a flurry of motion she gasped, and then saw Flash leaning against the wall – he was naked. Gasping for air, he said, “I’m done.”
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